I finally regained my senses...slowly...slowly...to work out that I was in another cold white room. But this one had no windows or doors. At least, that I could see. I was still lying on that fucking chair...and still totally naked...but at least I wasn’t strapped down. Nor did I have anything probing my ass or dick. It was as if I’d dozed off like I was watching Monday night Football and got carried into bed like a sleepy baby.
Except...every cubic inch of me hurt. Well, ached, actually. Nothing sharp or insidious. Just moaning in soft ways. And that included my dick and balls. They were the worst.
I managed to sit up, some...and the chair adjusted itself to a normal seated position. So either it was automatic or somebody was watching me. I looked around but didn’t see any cameras or lens buds or anything, which didn’t mean much. Those fuckers could be tiny as a gnat and get decent images.
Despite my body’s protests, I made myself stand next to the chair. And stretch. And feel the serious need to pee come rushing over me. I noticed an open toilet in a corner, so white it was nearly invisible against the walls and floor, so I walked over to it...slowly...not as steady as I wanted but managing, and I took an hour-long piss.
Well...it seemed like an hour, because it burned for every second. And there was some blood in my urine, which did not surprise me. But it was still a massive relief.
Once done, it flushed automatically, and very quietly.
This was starting to feel spooky, like the room was reading my thoughts and movements.
Well, there was nothing I could do about it, right now, so I stretched some more. Good long ones. Wide ones. Solid ones. Up. Sides. Twisting. Touching the floor. Each one helping to lessen the aches in my body.
I hoped whoever was watching enjoyed the view.
I felt my beard and it seemed like there was a couple days extra growth on it. I never had let it get too thick. Then I heard a soft murmur behind me and turned to see a table and bench appear from the opposite wall...with food on it. Under a little dome to keep it heated. And a bottle of water. Unopened.
I went to it, looked under the dome and it was offering a nice prime rib, baked potato, asparagus, and little containers of butter, sour cream, bacon and cheese, and what smelled like Hollandaise sauce. A real set of cutlery was with it, including a steak knife, neatly placed on a cloth napkin.
I hesitated, thinking, “If this is Irin they’re serving, I’m gonna get pissed.”
But I still ate it. I was too fucking hungry not to.
Once done, I tried to find someplace on myself to hide the knife so I could keep it. But it suddenly grew hot. Burning hot. I dropped it to the floor and it skittled back up to the table, like it was drawn by a magnet. Then the service disappeared back into the wall.
I looked closer at where it had gone and could just barely make out the seams. They were too tight to dig into, even with my nails, but now at least I knew what to look for around the room.
I was about to start when a door on the other side of the room slid open...and who should walk in?
Me.
I mean, I’m sure it was my clone, it had such a blank expression on its face...and no beard. It was fully dressed in pants, long-sleeve shirt, loafers with no socks.
On me. The fake me, not the me me. If that makes sense.
I was holding a pair of pajamas and slippers. I held them out to me, saying in a cold voice, “Wear these.”
I took them. Cotton, not silk. Motherfuckers had no sense of comfort, style or grace.
“You may dress now,” I said to me.
“What if I don’t want to,” I growled back at me in a raspy voice.
Wear them, floated into my brain.
I managed not to respond in any physical way as I replied, What the fuck, Beast, where the fuck are you?
In my craft, of course. And you are two miles deep in your earth. I cannot reach you except through relays.
Relays? They got more of my clones?
No. Look closer.
I noticed the fake me had a little gold nugget stud in its right ear.
So is this an antenna?
Of a sort.
You getting me out of here?
I have no reason to. You are of no further use to me.
What?! What kind of game’re you playing?
These people now know of two other business locations I had arranged...in Rio de Janeiro and Teheran...thanks in no small part to your clumsiness, and Irin’s. They determined your methods, triangulated them with sudden large disappearances of men of certain age and build, as well as appearances of gold nuggets, and have arrested my associates, there. They are on-track to locate the rest, all of whom I have informed. I must now exit this system and rebuild, elsewhere. It does not please me.
Our clumsiness started this? What the fuck did we do wrong?
YOU did wrong. Providing me with a law enforcement officer was a serious error. Not only did it cause the police to doggedly track your actions afterwards and hone in on you, bit by bit, but it alerted the officials in this department that you had been replaced by your replicant.
You didn’t refuse him.
Because I trusted your judgment. That is an error I have never made, before. Irin’s error was the submission of Nicky, as you call him, which pointed them to your residence. They had been watching you for he last four weeks. Allowing you to bring in more of your species to honor our agreement and have discovered the underground room in which they were prepared by you. Their devices have now detected other-worldly readings have occurred in that room so have cordoned the area off. I cannot have this. If your species knows of me, that will cause far too great a disruption to our transportation corridor. So I must release you from our contract.
Meaning you won’t keep me alive, anymore, huh? Now I die?
No. Now I merely leave you to yourself.
I went cold, and angry. But I managed to actually say, out loud, “Is Irin okay? At least tell me that.”
I looked at me, impassively, and said, “The man you were with is no longer alive.”
That slammed into me and I stumbled back against the chair. Those motherfucking bastards killed my Irin? My mate? I’d tear this whole goddamned place apart and...
He is in the room across from yours, and has been told you are dead, as well. You both now know that is not the case.
Oh, he’s not dead.
He’s not dead. Shit...
Shit.
Shit...those motherfuckers...shit...
I agree with you. I must also say, this pairing of the two of you I found quite curious, which was the only reason I allowed it. Another error on my part. My other contacts were and remain solo. But watching the two of you bond was quite interesting.
So what do I do? How do I get us out of here?
That is up to you.
You’re really abandoning us, after all we did...
I gave you life, again. Removed you from the grasp of these people, once. I gave you chances to be intelligent. You have very much disappointed me. I do not accept disappointment in one I have done so much for. You...
Will you save Irin? Hasn’t he done better? Better than me?
No. Goodbye.
And there was nothing more. I felt the full void of the Beast withdrawing from me and crashed close to despair. Would have let it swallow me except I was really fucking pissed off. Uses me and Irin and God knows how many other guys around the world to help him dine out, then just walks away after putting us in the deepest danger?
Fuck...never trust ET.
I came up to me and said, “Dress yourself, or you will be dressed and carried to those who wait.”
“I don’t talk like that,” I snapped, not looking at him. I pulled on the bottoms, stretched my shoulders, grabbed the top and cast myself a glare...
But it wasn’t me there, anymore. It was like a cyborg with no face. Seriously, no eyes or nose or ears or even hair on its head.
“What the fuck,” popped out of me just as...
The door slid open and several guards burst in, guns at the ready. With them was the Cute Guard, like he was in control.
“Keep him back!” he roared, pointing at me.
Three of the guards maneuvered to between me and me, guns pointed at me. Then the Cute Guard yanked the fake me back by its shirt and waved two other guards over.
“Get it out of here,” he snapped.
They grabbed the once-was-me but it collapsed on them. They had to drag it from the room as the rest kept the me me in their rifles’ sites.
“What’d you do?” he continued, pissed as hell. “How’d you do that?”
“Oh, come on!” I shot back. “You knew he wasn’t me! Just a clone...”
He advanced on me, a few steps, snarling, “We had him for months while we looked for you and this didn’t happen. But the second you see him, he disassembles? What’d you do!?”
I looked at him...then at his boys...then said, “BOO!” and ducked as the rifles of two of them went off, sending bullets tearing into the wall behind me.
They spun to aim at me but I bolted next to the Cute Guard, grabbed him around the neck and used him as a shield, yelling, “Don’t shoot! You don’t wanna do that!”
He twisted and howled and struggled against me...and man, did he feel good, doing it. I grabbed his pistol and pointed it at the other guys. I fired above their heads and they scrambled from the room, leaving him to me. The door started to close but I jammed the pistol’s nozzle into it, stopping it...
Then I fired the entire fucking magazine through it. Hit the opposite wall, if I was hearing right.
Cute Guard was screaming, “Stop it! Cease fire! You’re gonna get somebody killed and then you’re in real shit.”
I kicked the pistol so it was jammed in the door...which really fucking hurt my foot, but worked...then I used my free hand to grab the Cute Guard’s crotch. Now he really bucked at me, howling even louder.
“No, no, no fuckin’ way you’re fuckin’ me!”
His arms flailed and legs kicked and he tried to get away. He even tried to yank me forward he could throw me over his shoulder, but I still had my extra strength so that did him no good. And his nice, firm ass bumping and shifting and twisting against my dick was driving me nuts with need.
I yanked him across the room and slammed him over the chair, then fell on top of him and whispered in his ear, “Not gonna fuck you? Bitch, I told ‘em I wanted you, and they gave you to me. So let’s see how it goes.”
I tore at his pants as he twisted and kicked and fought to roll over under me. The feel of his squirming body was beyond heaven as I yanked pants and briefs down past his ass. He was screaming and people were pounding at the door, trying to force it open, but it wasn’t budging so I took this opportunity to let my now very hard dick out from behind the pajamas, find his hole and ram myself into him.
Hard.
Deep.
Using every bit of my anger and hate to give it real meaning.
He shrieked in pain and fought even more, but I was in complete control of him. And with every move he made I let him fucking know it by slamming even harder against him. Loving the power and happiness it gave me. How wave after wave of lust slammed through me, heightening the perfection of it all.
Son-of-a-bitch, I wanted to suck him off, because when I copped a feel of his dick it seemed very, very nice, and having his cum in my belly would have been a crowning glory.
But I kept ramming in and out and in and out, letting myself howl from the joy of it, like a wolf that’s caught its dinner.
I was getting closer and closer to the moment of explosion...and needed more...more...more...so I tore his pants open at the fly and began yanking on his dick as a way to slow down his struggles and add to my own sense of control. And oh, holy shit, how it added to the screaming greatness of the moment. I couldn’t tell how big he was by touch, but I knew I wouldn’t have been disappointed.
Especially since he started to get hard.
Especially since he was getting off on me raping him.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I could not waste this moment.
I slowed down my pumping into his ass and worked faster on pulling at his dick. I felt sticky pre-cum whisper from within so rose back on my feet, lifting him up with me, yanked myself out then spun him around to slam him on his back, crushed an arm across his throat while the other pressed across his belly, and swallowed his dick in my mouth just in time to catch his cum as it spurted from him.
I took two good gulps of it before throwing his legs in the air and holding his shoulders down, letting the last of his cum spurt onto his pecs as I rammed back into his ass just in time for my own explosion of cum to fill him.
He shrieked and pounded at me but I was beyond any control. He couldn’t stop me. No one could. Even as they broke down the door and the guards roared in to pummel me with rifle butts and sticks to get me off him.
I felt it.
Think they broke a couple ribs.
I wound up crashing to the floor.
But still fired out one last shot of cum.
Saw it land close to a yard away, and make one of the assholes hitting me slip and fall.
I laughed...and then I was done.
I’d gotten what I wanted.
And what was even better? The Cute Guard was still here. Didn’t vanish. I could get to him, again, sometime...and definitely would. Because the elegant sensations of having him mitigated all the kicks and punches and pain being inflicted on me. Put me on a higher plane.
But then my brain caught up to my euphoria. This meant the Beast really was done with me. It wouldn’t help me or Irin get away from these monsters. It was now totally up to us.
Oh, shit...
Shit...
Shit...
